With Telmarine soldiers on your tail, you and Edmund began hurrying even faster back to camp. Earlier that day, you’d so foolishly decided to spy on a troop that’s passed by the vicinity ALONE, and unluckily for you, the Just King had taken notice and had followed you since.

Now here you both were, scurrying, with Edmund pulling you and you complaining about being dragged around like a ragdoll. “By Aslan — can’t you walk any faster then?! And stop complaining like a girl!” He’d yell in a hushed tone, clearly stressed.

Can you imagine the horror on his face when you’d told him you were, indeed, a girl?

(Yes, he was left unaware.)